Dinner was a quiet affair in Anthony McCain's household. Both father and son were lost in their minds thinking about Julian Stark. Joshua and Grace had their dinner quietly in the kitchen, attempting to give Anthony and Ethan a private moment, for it felt like they needed one.
“I can't eat anymore,” Ethan announced, barely halfway through his plate. Anthony didn't try to argue for the boy to eat some more like he would have on a regular day, since he too hadn't touched his food much. He placed his cutlery down, wiped his mouth, and dropped the napkin on the table.
“Have you done your homework?”
Ethan nodded. Anthony found himself wondering what to say next, which was weird since he never had to look for words when it comes to his son. “I will go to sleep,” Ethan said quietly, and when
